Fortunately
the vehicles of temple administration moved, as it were, smoothly on the metal
road for centuries. Nothing untoward either marred routine work, nor barred the
planned activities. Among the Nambudris, some sceptics
wanted to put his word to test, and decided to know, how and wherefrom would he
come to lift them during troubles. Soon they set the wheel in motion - observed
fast and chanted the hymns as directed. To their surprise, there appeared before
their own eyes Parasurama with a question mark face. His enquiries met with
mumbled and fumbled answers. But an honest, old priest bending low confessed the
wanton mischief on the part of a young chicks among them. Unable to bear the
mischief, and swallow their disbelief in him, using harsh words he disappeared
saying that he would never appear, come what may at any time. He kept up his word. Yet his ethereal presence is traceable in every frame of the temple
building, and every syllable of the instructions he left for the progress of
theism. He is adored at this place along with the 'Thara', where he dwelt for
sometime.
This
testifies to the fact that the words of spiritual celebreties are far more
potent than the man-made ordinances. Strict adherence ensures bliss, and wilful
negligance ends in curses.
Location
: The temple lies in Trissur, accessible by
four wheelers from Shoranur, Kerala.
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